[ Molly snorts at that, something quickly replaced by a gasp as he's spanked. The nerve! (Like he doesn't enjoy it a lot.)

Grinning, he wiggles a bit as Fjord's fingers trace his tail like that, shamelessly trying to give him more of it to play with as he looks up at that handsome face. ]

Tents obviously bring out the old-timey adventurer in me, where we have to huddle for warmth in our sad canvas tents rather than colorful nylon.

[ Molly drags his fingers through chest hair and down, smiling. ]

Or it's just a thrill to be packed so close, out in nowhere with only a zipper to hide us...